Yesterday I told you how hard it is to watch Elisabeth grow up.
Today I’m here to tell you how fun it will be to watch Sam grow up.
Why?
Because Sam has the Wanderlust. A Kindergarten boy with Wanderlust is not so fun Monday through Friday. But a Kindergarten boy with Wanderlust is very fun on a free Saturday.
Let me explain…
M’s parents were here this weekend for Elisabeth’s ballet recital. We all woke up on Saturday to a beautiful spring day with, oh yeah, a twenty-percent chance of scattered storms.
By the afternoon, the torrential rain had cancelled Sam’s tball game, and we were all antsy. Correction: some of us were antsy. M’s parents were happy to hang out with their grandkids. Sam and Catie, our two kids with the most wanderlust, were looking for an adventure. M and I were anxious to cross off some of our mile-long to-do list.
So, we piled up the two restless kids and drove to San Marcos, a college town that borders the Guadalupe River. For those of you not from Texas, the River is a giant hang-out spot where college kids float in inner tubes and pickle their livers with floating coolers of beer.
San Marcos is also home to the Pottery Barn/Williams Sonoma outlet, which is THE home of really cheap and really cute comforters and towels. Yeah, it was a bit of a gamble to drive a couple hours in the pouring rain to get there, but these outlets are like chocolate: they never disappoint.
After a shopping spree that would have impressed Martha Stewart, we were ready to drive home. But it was after eight o’clock and we had forgotten to eat dinner (wanderlust will do that to you).
So, we drove around San Marcos looking for something to eat. While the Pottery Barn outlet in San Marcos is a suburban family’s dream, the city’s selection of bars, ice houses, and taverns leave little for a suburban family’s dinner.
Unless they have the wanderlust.
So, we ate at a VAN DOWN BY THE RIVER.
And the van was called Wanderlust.
Wanderlust served kale salads and provolone cheese sandwiches.
There was also a salsa/hip hop band playing really loud music.
So, of course, Sam danced.
And Catie watched the band and made up stories about the singers and wondered whether or not they were happy with the crowd’s response.
We bought the kids root beer, and M and I marveled at how Sam’s swigs from that dark brown bottle seemed to fuel his need to dance.
Then M and I smiled (and cringed) because we could see Sam fifteen years from now. We could see the dark brown bottles and the dancing and the vans by the river. And we knew that this is what Wanderlust looks like for a college boy.
Let’s just hope he sticks to classes Monday through Friday and saves his wanderlust for free Saturdays.
